After inspecting the small square in the center of the village and the training of tribal soldiers, the inspection work of the ox master was also a temporary first.

"Well, if nothing else is gone; let it go down, and say that the ancestor sacrifice ceremony will be held in the evening, so that everyone can finish the work early, and give me a good preparation."The cow commanded the people.

After a moment's thought, he added, "Yes, the other witches and chiefs of the other friendly tribes, if the men were still in the Black Rock, let them be present at night to watch them as much as possible; tell them, and I said that."

For this time he went to the ancestral land and obtained the part of the lost fire, the cow master has not been able to tell these people until now.

It was not his intention to conceal it, but so important that it was naturally placed in the sacrificial spirit of the ancestors tonight, and then the fire was gathered in public; and then it was the most appropriate thing to announce in the presence of all the members of the Black Stone tribe.

Between the Black Stone Tribe and the Chicken Tribe, the great power difference in front of us, destined that the return of the Black Stone tribe to the ancestral land will be full of hardships; then only the Black Stone tribe up and down, for this distant goal to work hard, there is a possibility to achieve...

After ordering two points, Master Niu planned to return to his cabin and prepare for the sacrifice of the evening in advance; what he did not expect was that he had just asked a word, and these high-ranking people under his command really had something to do, and there was more than one thing.

Hearing that the sacrificial ceremony would be held in the evening, these people suddenly opened their eyes and laughed.

First of all, after each sacrificial ceremony, their strength increases differently; especially for almost a year, they were unable to hold a sacrificial ceremony due to the absence of the cow master.

I believe that after the great fire has accumulated so long, the harvest of this sacrifice will surely be more than every previous one.

In addition, after each sacrifice ceremony is completed, it is still the traditional carnival time of the Black Stone tribe; rich food, open the wine that makes people drink, and the collective song that makes people boil with blood.

Just thinking about it will excite this high-ranking member of the Black Rock tribe; and the questions they ask are about it.

"Mr. Cow, the food of the tribe is very sufficient now, and there is no problem in the evening's mass dinner to get enough good food; but the two pots of wine in the tribe's stock, and the treasures called alcohol, are now gone, so what about this?"The first man asked his question.

To tell the truth, Master Niu never thought of so many things not to ask, the stock is a serious to himself, will be a wonderful problem, suddenly he can feel a strong food breath, covered with himself.

He felt quite powerless, but he had long been accustomed to the cattle of the brain circuit, or the correct solution to the problem: "It's okay, I still have a little alcohol here, and I will let people go to me to get it, and if I get more water, it will be enough at night."

At the same time, the old man thought to himself: "always from the modern side of the wine, for these increasingly large quantities of locals, is not a way; since there is so much food in the warehouse, why not start making their own wine, it is not a difficult technology..."

The voice had just fallen, and another question came out of the mouth.

I can only see the first master of this cow master, and his face is quite heavy.

Obviously, he thought that his problem was quite important, and it was also very difficult, even with the amazing ability of the cow, I was afraid that this problem would not necessarily be solved for a while.

With a serious face, he spoke to the old man with a very low baritone: "There is a problem that is quite difficult, that is, Master Niu, your flying weapon, I don't know what's wrong, no matter how we do it according to the methods you teach; those explosive music can no longer be put out."

Originally saw the heavy face of the reckless goods, the cow master's heart was suddenly choked, his heart secretly said: "Is it not that I left this period of time, near the thunder mountain or the Black Stone tribe, there has been some amazing change, is it a powerful threat of the beast, or there are other tribal forces that have peered the wealth of the Black Stone tribe?"

As a result, the mouth of the mouth is not very clear, but the cow master can still understand his expression of the meaning: Wuling small bread in the car audio, was used too diligently, the result is now, up to thirteen Wuling small bread in the battery, all of them tossed out without electricity.

But it was so, after listening to the words of this commodity, the poor old man of the cow was almost not in the heart, and a strong old blood gave a mouthful of death.

God knows how they do it!To know that these small bread batteries, after his modern position is full of electricity, the cow master is only a little bit used; not to mention that all the batteries are full, but in the battery of each small bread, the power of seven or eight points is still absolute.

How did these cattle do it, and run it all out of it; were they playing music and twisting songs every night during their absence?Suddenly, the words of ‘MMP’ were on the cow’s chest and began to churt violently...

To tell the truth, he really did not see before, this thick eyebrows, full of muscle bumps of human animals, actually for twisting this kind of activities, has such a fanatical and deep hobby.

He asked with a very inconfutuous tone: "Shit, you like to twist the song?"

"Of course that is."The face answered with pride.

At this moment, the cow master seemed to see a strong radiance, flashing on the huge face plate of this goods.

The next answer is full of strong domineeringness of who I am: "Whether it is in the little two thousand people of the Black Stone tribe, or in the laborers of tens of thousands of people around; when it comes to the dance of twisting the song, if I call it the second, then no one dares to call it the first."

“Yes!”The cow muttered unconsciously.

He turned to look at the high-ranking of the other tribes, and saw that everyone, including the color, showed a deeply convincing expression on his face without exception; then he had to accept this reality, and this goods were actually a king of twisting the world of singing.

The Cowboys are angry!

He ruffled his voice and roared, “Queer, go to the warehouse and pull out my Italian cannon; no!”I mean, take the silver-gray box; it’s a solar charger, and be careful with me...”